MEGAN'S POVVance grins, that easy, charming smile of his lighting up his face. "Good morning to you too, Megan."I cross my arms, squinting at him in curiosity. "Seriously. It's eight in the morning. What are you doing here?""I came to see you," he replies simply, holding up the bag. "And I brought breakfast. Thought you might be hungry."I stare at him for a moment, then step aside, gesturing for him to come in."You really didn't have to do all this," I mutter as I close the door behind him."I know," he says, walking over to the small dining table by the window and setting the bag down. "But I wanted to. So here I am."I shake my head, following him, but I can't help the small smile forming on my lips. "You're something else, you know that?""Oh, I know," he quips, flashing me a wink as he hands me the flowers.I roll my eyes, but the warmth in my chest is undeniable as I take them. "Thank you. They're beautiful.”"Not as beautiful as you," he replies smoothly, his eyes twinkling
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